Dominion Trust Series - Vol.1 (107 page)

Chapter Twenty Nine

S
he’d gotten very good at staying quiet.

Since her exam — another of which she was due for in a week — Keihl had tightened his control over his beautiful wife. Most mornings would begin just as this one was, Kirsten kneeling naked in silence, fingers laced behind her head, her eyes down.

The morning was cool, and as soon as he’d instructed her to strip off the t-shirt he’d allowed her to sleep in, her dark nipples had hardened instantly. As she knelt there, properly presenting her tits the way she knew he required, he regarded those nipples. They were even darker now, areolas having gone from the pretty coral to an alluring coffee brown. Both the nipples and areola had visibly enlarged too, something he hadn’t expected to take such pleasure in. The curve of her belly swept down to the pale thighs that had grown lush in the past few weeks. Her hair was longer — he’d forbidden her to cut it for now — and the thick, black weight of it positively shone under the light.

He sat at the foot of their bed, looking down upon her. He greatly enjoyed looking upon her in silence, forbidding her to speak, basking in both her beauty and her obedience. Keihl remembered the picture of Sharon that Tom had shown him. He knew now why the man kept it.

Kirsten had never looked more beautiful, and as he watched her he was filled once again with that confusing, bracing mixture of gratitude, love, lust, and possessiveness.

Mine.

Not for the first time, he pondered if the intense, possessive urge to have her at his side — or kneeling at his feet — every hour of the day was tipping over into obsession. He wanted her all the time now, and sweet girl that she was, she never said no. She seemed to want him just as much, if not more. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever been as happy as he was right at that moment. What’s more, as she swelled with his baby, it only fired his urge to possess, to dominate, to control. He wanted her utterly his, bound to him in all ways, physically, emotionally, spiritually. The strength of it surprised him and just when he felt he’d fully plumbed the depths of his lust — and her submission — they’d both discovered that they wanted to go deeper, to find what lay at the core of their mutual dark desires.

“What do you have planned for today, girl?”

His voice startled her, her body stiffening just a moment.

“I’ve got another meeting with that same client. We might have a chance at an expansion of the Wasco county job — but we’re on the outside looking in. Fu— sorry — the competition underbid us, badly. I don’t know how they’d even have margin if they win it.”

Keihl loved asking her what her upcoming day looked like. He knew it mortified her, and made her feel cared for at the same time. Plus, he was genuinely interested in what she got up to at work.

“You’ll figure out a way to win it. I know you will.”

She dared a glance at him through the fringe of her hair, her grateful smile making his already erect cock throb even worse.

His cock was so hard he wanted nothing more than to take it out and stroke it, make her hold those swollen breasts up for him to receive the hot spurts of his semen, watch her lick the pearly fluid from her skin. But there wasn’t time.

“Do you remember what you’re supposed to do today?”

“Keihl… can we skip that? I’m going to be in meetings all day.”

Often he’d order her to put in a butt plug either in the morning before work, or during lunch break. On the occasions — like today — when she’d need to do it at work, she was instructed to send him a picture of it once it was fully seated in her bottom.

“I don’t think having a plug in is going to prevent you from participating, do you?”

The blush spread from her cheeks down her neck. “No, sir.”

“Then you’ll do it. You knew I wouldn’t relent on it, so why’d you ask?”

“I don’t know. I just… I think about it, as I’m sitting there.”

“That’s entirely the point, girl.” He slapped his thigh lightly, his cock tenting the fabric of his boxers. “You can get ready now.”

He held her hand for her as she rose to her feet, then pulled her close, kissing her long and hard, his erection brushing the firm slope of her belly. She rubbed it against him and he growled into her mouth. “You know I don’t have time, bad girl.”

She shrugged as she turned toward the bathroom. “Your loss.
Sir
.”

“Oh, Kirsten?” She was closing the bathroom door, and peeked her head out, the sound of the running water loud behind her. “After work you’ll be getting a spanking, I think.”

Her brow knit together, and she reached back on reflex. “Oh… why?”

“When I give you orders, I expect you to obey them — not try to talk your way out of them. I think it’s time for another reminder to do as you’re told, bad girl.”

Her slender throat worked as she swallowed, and she lowered her gaze. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”

As the door to the bathroom closed, Keihl grimaced as he adjusted his aching erection. He hoped he could keep his mind on his work today rather than the prospect of watching Kirsten’s round buttocks wobble and redden under the hard blows of his hand.

It was going to be a long day.

The text message chime went off on his phone and he walked over to his side of the bed, retrieving his phone from the night stand. It was a text from Tom.

Keihl texted back.

Tom’s reply came back just as the sound of the shower cut off.

* * *

T
om was already out front as their car pulled up the driveway. He had on a dark blazer, that somehow didn’t clash with his faded blue jeans, and black boots.

Kirsten felt decidedly overdressed, even in her maternity clothes. She’d chosen a deep purple sweater and a long black skirt. Remarkably comfortable, yet sharp enough to feel classy, she’d put on some make-up — not entirely sure as to why — and put up her now very long hair with the Japanese sticks Keihl loved so much.

Keihl wore a navy suit, one of the ones he favored for actual courtroom or deposition work — something she knew he wasn’t called on to do much of anymore. The arms and legs had creases so crisp she couldn’t help but run her fingers along them — just as she longed to run her fingers up and down the length of his hard cock.

Alas, she didn’t think she’d get much of a chance to do that tonight either. Unless she got lucky.

Tom leaned over, peering into Keihl’s open window, the night air fresh and cool against Kirsten’s cheeks. Tom gave her a warm smile.

“Good to see you. I wasn’t sure if he’d have the balls to go through with this.”

“I’m full of surprises, aren’t I, asshole?” Keihl rolled his eyes.

“You have the card?”

Kirsten was struck at the suddenly serious set of Tom’s mouth as he asked it.

“Here you go.” Keihl handed it out, and Tom plucked it away, tucking it into the inside pocket of his blazer.

“I feel like we just handed over one of the Golden Tickets that gets us into the chocolate factory,” Kirsten murmured.

“You’re not far off there, beautiful,” Tom said, winking.

“Watch it with the flirting, Doctor Love.” Keihl pushed Tom’s elbow off of the car door. “You’re leading the way, so let’s get this over with.”

“Down the rabbit hole we go,” Tom said over his shoulder as he walked to his car.

“Why doesn’t he just come with us?”

Keihl shrugged. “Got me. I’m not questioning anymore. Whatever this Trust is, I’m not going to make any waves. I want to see what the fuck this thing is, so I’ll just go along to get along. For now.”

He kissed her cheek and she smiled up at him, wishing she could unhook her seat belt and curl up against his lean, muscled body. Alas, in her current state, that was not to be. In fact, he’d taken to latching her belt for her, reaching across her body to make sure it was secure, batting her hand away when she tried to assist. Then he’d smooth a hand over her belly in a gesture that had her pussy tightening as she sighed with contentment. He’d kiss her softly on the forehead before closing her door.

Wonderful man.

She’d looked up the address on that cars, and just like Keihl, she’d been surprised that it didn’t show up on any of the online mapping applications. It didn’t even show up on Google Earth, though it did at least narrow it down to the southwest side of the city.

Rain began to patter against the windshield, rendering the tail lights of Tom’s truck into red smudges as the wipers swept across the windshield.

Keihl cursed under his breath. “Need to change those damned things.”

After about a half an hour of driving, Tom finally pulled over along the curb of a busy street. They were about a half a block down the street from the entrance to the Johnson Launch galleria. It was a wonderful little urban shopping mall that had been built out of the sprawling buildings of a hundred year old saw mill. Now, it was a beautiful, modern structure, the bright, yet understated lighting perfectly illuminating the colorful, reclaimed wood of the outer structure, while inside it was an elaborate warren of eclectic shops, boutiques and restaurants. The massive green boughs of Douglas fir trees loomed over the structure, giving it the visual feel of being tucked into an urban oasis. On the other side of those trees though, the structure itself nearly invisible behind a screen of soaring Western Hemlock, cypress and English vine, was a very old brick and stone house. This was where they’d pulled to the curb. With two stories and a cupola above, it looked completely out of place, surrounded as it was by modern buildings, but still hidden by the trees. With this screen of thick vegetation and the weathered wrought iron gates keeping pedestrians at bay, it was easy to overlook the place — the building essentially hiding in plain sight.

Then, as they watched Tom walk to the gate, holding his blazer closed against the now driving rain, two hulking men in black suits seemed to appear out of nowhere on the other side of the iron bars.

“Well, look at that,” Keihl said under his breath.

Kirsten stayed very still, forgetting to even breathe, for some reason knowing,
feeling,
that the next few minutes would be some of the most important in their lives.

Tom and the men talked for a minute or two, then Tom opened his jacket, handing the bright white card through the gate to one of the men. The man looked the card over, and a gust of wind blew up a flap of his black suit coat, exposing the dark straps of a holster and a curved black clip. Kirsten gasped, putting a hand to her mouth.

“He’s got a… fucking
machine gun
!”

“Relax, girl.” He patted her thigh. “Looks like an H&K. Probably semi-auto. Heavy duty, but not surprising for a security detail.”

“Is that who they are?”

Keihl grunted. “Either that or this is a drug deal and we’re gonna be beatin’ cheeks outta here in a second.”

“Don’t
say
that,” Kirsten hissed.

The baby kicked, hard, seeming to second Mommy’s opinion.

Tom turned from the gate then, the men on the other side glancing at Keihl and Kirsten’s car before turning back toward the house, disappearing behind the screen of vegetation once more.

Creepy shit.

With a wave to them indicating they should follow, Tom got back in his truck.

“What the hell?” Kirsten swallowed down the lump in her throat. “Where are we going now?”

“Secret hidden lair,” Keihl murmured, mirth in his voice.

“I could hit you right now.”

“Count the cost to your bottom before you do it, bad girl.”

Kirsten’s mouth went dry at the quiet promise in his voice.

Tom’s truck drove a few feet, then his brake lights flashed, his truck coming to a stop.

“Is he fucking losing it?”

“Look,” Keihl said, pointing out the windshield. “See that?”

A section of gate began moving, retracting, leaving an opening large enough for a vehicle. Tom eased his truck in and Keihl zipped the car in right after him, as if he feared the gate would snap shut behind Tom’s truck.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Kirsten murmured to herself.

They drove down a very narrow lane, both sides of the pavement crowded by thick evergreens, some soaring up into darkness above them. Then the lane opened out into a larger, open parking area, the pavement giving way to clean, wet pavers, the gray of the stone seeming to soak up the illumination of their headlights.

Tom parked his truck next to the side of a multi-story brick and masonry building, the walls almost completely hidden by thick green English vine. The place looked ancient. A doorway, bathed in welcoming, warm yellow light seemed to call to them. Tom pointed at is as he walked over to their car.

“This is it. You ready?”